F@%k Cancer, Part 2

"Lilo is coming?" She kept asking me about my sister as she stalled for time to remember my name. The gorgeous smile that came with that question had a hint of quiet apprehension, because I wasn't supposed to be there. My presence wasn't unwelcomed, nevertheless she must have realized something was awry. "Do you know... Continue Reading →

F@%k Cancer!

62 years. Is this all we get? She was supposed to grow old and gray. Maybe even die peacefully in her sleep at age 102, after reaping the rewards of the years she saved for retirement, for our colleges. Damn, she even saved for the grandkids that life never meant to deny her; the children... Continue Reading →

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